This is a song about "Gangs on the street like suttin but nah you aint gonna say suttin"

I got the skill, i got that will to fufill, and make them haters go still

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

Nah i aint the black activist

I aint gonna tell anyone, ima keep that on the low

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

From the back seat, back seat

Leave you severed across the street

But you got those dollars so you be like it's okay i'll just say i'll pay but nah

Not before i overexpose and simultaneously overdose ya,

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

I heard your heartbeat, when you fell down on the street.

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Like "i aint ever gonna get the dick anyways"

African queen got what you need

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street